Tuesday, September 23, 2014

Writing Activity: Climbing Theme

Through the first two weeks, Creative Writing Club members worked on forms of poetry: acrostic and hay(na)ku. This week, club members had to write about an idea or a theme. We brainstormed a few ideas and finally settled on a theme of 'climbing' or 'rising.' Isn't that what we are doing here in the ABP? Trying to raise ourselves up as we climb this education ladder?


Rising Above the Challenge

by Khalid Omar

1
One would think climbing is
easy, one would be wrong.

One would think trying is
hard, one would need guiding.

One would think One's ego is
growing, one would need confidence.

One finally thinks
climbing is dangerous, One would
seldomly need an ambulance.

One just thought being careful is good!
Two had known the benefit of carelessness.

2
One always respected two.
Two had much more experience.

Two thought he didn't know what he was equal.
He thought mistakes leave scarring impressions.

Two thinks he is right, but he
needs much more guidance.

They realized later that equality in this
world doesn't give anyone justice.

It only provides more challenges.

Climbing the Mountain

by Aisha Qassim Merekhan

Climbing the mountain isn't harder than being a student who wants to achieve something. Both situations need effort, especially being a student who desires success! Because I won't climb a mountain.

Reaching the Top

by Maytha Al-Malki

What is the top? What makes the top the top? Each person has their own definition of interpretation of their final destination. The places one day they'll end up in. A different place to where they are now, or maybe similar with a few things taken and a few added. Where do I want to be now? Where do I want to end up some time or at some point? I don't know. I know I would want to move up, towards a place or stage that is closer to what would make me happy. What is it that makes me happy, you'd ask. What I like doing now may change in a few years, but I do know that doing what I love as a job will be the half point of my journey. Somewhere, in a busy city, with my pen and paper, writing for a job that anxiously waits for my work. Maybe with a typewriter as well, the fantasy of following in the footsteps of a famous writer never dies.

Climbing

I remember
Her little hands 
Clutching the edge
Of her playpen;
Her toes as she tried 
To climb 
The mesh 
That surrounded her.
I watched from far,
Caught her before 
She fell over the edge.

I'm watching,
I watch myself from far.
Caught in the dark mesh of grief
That surrounds me
My hands holding on,
As I try to climb out.

I hope I can catch me,
If I fall.

Climbing / Rising

by Aisha Alkhater

Rising to success is like climbing a mountain. As the quote says, "no pain, no gain." To shine in your field, you must work hard and practice. And if you reach the peak, never stop and keep climbing. You never know what could happen next.

Climbing / Rising

by Sara Al-Darwish

Climbing in life is like struggling for something that you want so badly, but you have to face problems and difficulties to reach your goal, as if someone wanted to climb a mountain. Mountains are full of rocks and not easy to climb. What you need to climb a mountain is tools, and that's what you'll need in life. "Tools" like a creative mind, a goal and trying hard to be a successful human in life. When a mountain climber reaches the top, that is what reaching a goal means, and every person who tries to climb and reaches the top will feel what a mountain climber felt.

Climbing Rising

by Shaikha Al-Wadaani

I believe in psychology which brings me to how or when would people including myself tell that they are climbing a struggle or tough period of their lifetime. Since I was five years old, I knew that there is something that is waiting for me in the next few years, but I never thought that what is waiting for me could be bad. With the passage of time, my social life was fluctuating, and whenever i think that I made a good friend that will pull me from whatever I'm in, it turns out to be wrong. My family wasn't so sure what was happening to me, but they helped me feel that I'm loved. Until that day came in 2006 when I decided that I either make it or break through my life, and I went with the first option. I asked to move school and start a new life with a stronger personality. Seven years later, at the age of 16, I became the youngest CEO, and my life is nothing but success. That is what real climbing means to me. I didn't have a role model or a guide, but I figured it myself and thank God I started to climb and I'm still climbing.

sun in morning

the moon     mercury     hackles
an elevator
the second hand after passing six
after the alarm goes off
that feeling in my throat
fear and failure
ghosts and souls
a flight of stairs
a sleeping dog
someone knocked down
your voice at the end of a question
passion
an engine revving
vvvvvrrrrrrrRRRRROOOOMMM!

Tuesday, September 16, 2014

Writing Activity: Hay(na)ku

At this week's meeting, I taught club members how to write hay(na)ku poetry. I suppose it is a variation on haiku, if you know what that is. Hay(na)ku focuses on word count rather than syllables. Follow the links if you want to read more about those forms.

Basically, to write a hay(na)ku poem, you arrange six words in a tercet (a three-line stanza) by composing groups of one, two or three-word lines. We added a restriction to our process to use a word in each stanza from a list that we brainstormed (car, rock, TV, wall, paper, desk, petal) before getting started.

If that sounds confusing, maybe reading a few of our results will help you see what I am describing.

TV's Addicting

by Saif Al-Selaiti

TV's addicting
alot
though it sucks

essay due
tomorrow
head to desk

petals fall
she love me?
nope

paycheck
bought a car
cruising by

hit a wall
car's broke
damn...

car's fixed
installed a TV
hooray

I bought
a pet rock
boring

scotch
on the rocks
delicious

The Red Car

by Aysha Alsaei

The red car
was my
favorite

I cleaned
the messy desk
yesterday

A fallen rock
hit
my head

a rock cracked
the TV
wall

papers
were my realm
my inner petals

And I was
drawn
within the petals

I Wish I

By AlAnoud AlMusleh

I wish I
had a
car.

I wouldn't let
children throw
rocks

I wouldn't need
a desk
in

my room.
Papers will stay
in

the car
I will put
a

Small TV in
my car.
I

would park it
beside the
wall.

I Wanted

by Noora AlAdba

I wanted
to watch the
TV

Tonight,
a rock broke
it because

The rock flew
out of
my

Brother's hand,
into the wall
back

Through the TV
on the
desk

Looking

by Mariam Hussain

looking
at the wall
feeling empty.

*

papers all over
the place
lost.

*

a rock
in it way,
hurt.

*

my vision
gone
can't watch TV.

what wall

what wall
between us will
fall

neither
the TV
nor the computer

survives
this petal
search for meaning

no rock fell
God
saved one

who saved
paper
we call you

brother
or sister
or mother wall

all of us
writing
one petal

after one petal
on one
wall

after another
in the car
afterwards

Petal Is

by Aisha Qassim Merckham

petal is
a part of
flower

blue
the wall coloured
with it

TV shows several
programmes
daily

a toy car
was on
desk

papers all over
the
table

Being In TV

by Sara AlDarwish

being in TV                          the wall is
is wonderful                         black and
thing                                     yellow

                                             there are
                                             papers on my
                                             desk
i had a
   golden                               i smelled
rock once                             like
                                             red petals

i ate sandwich
in my
car

*

the blue car
stood outside
  a house
on a black
  and rough
  rock
she was sleeping
 

The TV

by Shahad Abdulla Najar

The TV
showed my favourite
      movie                                       Your heart
                                                        is like a
My wall                                              rock
is filled with
sticky notes                                    My morning
                                                       wouldn't be the
My grandmother                            same without
smells like rose                              seeing my mom
        petals
                                                       My desk
I got paper                                      is my
notes all over                                 getaway from
  my desk                                            reality.

Hypocrisy

by Khalid Omar

TV
Infront of us
Other places

Miracle
Rock blown away
By wind
                                                           Humans weird
Unbelievable                                      Cars and drivers
Potential of humans                           Depending
Unlocked by desks

No privacy
Firewalls Hypocrisy
Piracy

Treasure and Legacy
Consider
Kind papers

Petal
Great smell
Pharmaceutical bitterness exists

That Blue Wall

by Amna Al-Ansari

That blue wall
looks like
Sky

I stick
That large TV
There

The
Small desk
Is too messy
 

Tuesday, September 9, 2014

Writing Activity: Acrostic

For our first meeting, we introduced ourselves, and then everyone tried to write an acrostic. According to Wikipedia, an acrostic is a "poem or other form of writing in which the first letter, syllable or word of each line, paragraph of other recurring feature in the text spells out a word or message." Take a look at some of our responses.

Saoud

by Saoud Alansari

Serious
Awkward way to sleep
Orange
Unique
Different

Wish

by Maytha Al-Malki

                                           As I would say, We were kids who loved nothing
                                       more than playing. I was the one who would play after hours.
I would sleep thinking about playing in the Sand. With all the people I spend my
                                                     days with Hand in hand.

Khalid Omar

by Khalid Mohammed Omar

Kidding
Humorous
Asymmetrical
Loads
Ideas
Dreams

Obvious
Mind
Apparently
Rethinking

SAIF

by Saif Al-Solaiti

bodacious
               alert
           uninteresting
               fragrant

Delusion

by Ghalya Al-Mesallam

Devil
Escaping is needed
Lazy 24/7
Unusual
Spontaneous
Inspiration
Obsession
Neverland

Wednesday, September 3, 2014

Elixir of Life

Take a look at the literary magazine, Elixir, published by the ABP Creative Writing Club at the end of the 2013 - 2014 school year. It captures the experiences of the students over the past year. If you want to see a copy, stop by either Ms. Asmaa's or Mr. Bob's offices.

Last year's members decided to change the name of the magazine, and they settled on the Arabic-origin word elixir, which appears in both English and Arabic on the front cover. This was a more informed decision, and we will stick with it for future editions. Do you want to be a part of it?


Ms. Asmaa and I will be starting the 2014 - 2015 club soon, and we can't wait to start writing with you. Check us out in the English Room every Tuesday after school!